08-20-2017, 07:43 PM
The autumn wind blows the dark strands of her hair, whipping them into a tangled mess and brining them with salty spray. Already the salt on her lips has her longing for water; but the thirst is a familiar one. It reminds her of the desert and the perpetual search for water, of the hot yellow sun that seems so very far away from this watery grey sky.
Closer here than in the woods, she must admit to herself.
The rest of Beqanna finally matches the forest of Sylva, but Djinni has paid it little mind. The turning of seasons – the quick spring and blink of a summer – they don’t seem to have passed at all. Her children are older; Lochwood and Starlin go adventuring for hours and Ivar has not been home in weeks. They’ll not need her for much longer, she knows.
It is a bittersweet feeling; pride and longing and sadness all rolled into one.
She has little time to linger on it; the sound of hooves on sand reach her ears even over the crash of the waves. It is Nayl, as she had known it would be. The smile she gives in return is slow but genuine, and she replies: “Too long” with an uncharacteristic note of sincerity in her soft voice.
“I’m ready to come home,” she admits, her answer to Nayl’s question falling into none of the categories that the queen had listed.
Closer here than in the woods, she must admit to herself.
The rest of Beqanna finally matches the forest of Sylva, but Djinni has paid it little mind. The turning of seasons – the quick spring and blink of a summer – they don’t seem to have passed at all. Her children are older; Lochwood and Starlin go adventuring for hours and Ivar has not been home in weeks. They’ll not need her for much longer, she knows.
It is a bittersweet feeling; pride and longing and sadness all rolled into one.
She has little time to linger on it; the sound of hooves on sand reach her ears even over the crash of the waves. It is Nayl, as she had known it would be. The smile she gives in return is slow but genuine, and she replies: “Too long” with an uncharacteristic note of sincerity in her soft voice.
“I’m ready to come home,” she admits, her answer to Nayl’s question falling into none of the categories that the queen had listed.
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